I’ve been hiding from love behind the vanity.And run from it like the plague,I don’t want love to be sick,And happiness I won’t take loans. I don’t want to fall in love like a girl the Nights not to sleep with jealousy burning.That the blood was pounding pain in the ear,the rhythm is crazy, it’s like freezing. Who believes that love is all happiness,He greatly disliked even yet.Ile took for love, moments of passion,And for a moment soared into the air. I’m scared all over again,And better, meet a lonely old age.I will babysit grandchildren, and sad,Because this love remained.the House of poetry